The light of the day is fading
As we set the fires to flame
And wait with open doors and hearth
For those our hearts have claimed.

This fight before is novel
Every move is hard to trace
But the eyes I see are bright and free
They shine with honor and grace

Raise our hands and raise our banners
Praise our plowshares and our swords
For we may well be in the throes of the battle
but together we will win the war.

The campaign we march feels endless
Our path as clear as wind on snow
But your lights are guides like the stars at night
We see them and we know

Some shared fire
Some shared story
Some led in front
Some served behind
But loud or quiet
We share the glory
And all are of one mind

Raise our hands and raise our banners
Praise our plowshares and our swords
For we may well be in the throes of the battle
but together we will win the war.

Many know the hardships
Many share our loss and grief
Many carried us when we could go no longer
Their hope provides belief.

Raise our hands and raise our banners
Praise our plowshares and our swords
For we may well be in the throes of the battle
but together we will win the war.

Guide those who fear and wander
Love those who cannot find the way
That we may outlast the chains of our past
As we greet the gold of day.

Raise our hands and raise our banners
Praise our plowshares and our swords
For we may well be in the throes of the battle
but together we will win the war.

For we may well be in the throes of the battle
but together we will win the war.

For we may well be in the throes of the battle
but together we will win the war.